Copped this ancient, decaying copy of Enid Starkie's Rimbaud biography from a seller in New Zealand:

I always think of Mathew Broderick’s character in Margaret!

intro to close reading with the year elevens tomorrow, meaning I gotta smash that Hopkins button:

the face of a perfect angel who just looked me dead in the eye and vomited all over the Good Couch right before I left for work

Next up, thanks to a recent @yoonkim.bsky.social post:

Finally got around to watching “Noroi: The Curse,” and am still living with its crushingly grim vibes. A movie almost exclusively made up of cursed images and droning doom sounds. Extremely sick.

Clarice Lispector, “Near To The Wild Heart”

I’m on the home stretch of this incredible novel. It’s as good as everyone says, and vastly superior to BLINDING, which was also outstanding. An insane maelstrom of the banal and the grotesque, structured like consciousness repeatedly dilating and contracting.

October 2022 - July 2023. Defining experience of my reading life

Driving down the to Geelong to watch football with the boys, and you better believe I’m packing the hard stuff for later tonight

Waited five volumes for this moment.

Stopped into World Food Books, one of Melbourne’s only remaining specialist bookshops. Incredible finds. Had to stop myself dropping $90 on a hardcover set of The Man Without Qualities, or $70 on Cixous’s Joyce book:

Blanchot is both rough on and kind to the failson artist:

Next on deck—a theory detour before starting The Captive & The Fugitive: